Being Pushed Out into the World

A few weeks ago I went to a friend's house for dinner and a few drinks. There were four of us there...all woman. We decided that it would be fun to play a game. The game chosen happen to be a drinking game. It worked kind of like this: A player would read something off a card, if you have done what was read off the card in the past you would take a drink. Well, let's just say there wasn't very many cards that I could take a drink off. It got so bad that my friends started giving me sympathy drinks...you see, I am 27 years old and have never been on a date, never had a boyfriend, never been kissed....I have a long list of nevers.

One of my closest friends Tanya decided that it was time for all this to change. So, she took it upon herself to make me a profile on a dating site. She made my profile and added pictures to it. She even started sending emails and pretending to be me. I started to call her my Hitch, like from the Will Smith movie.

Last Sunday I went to Tanya's for her birthday to hang out with some of our friends. The night's entertainment ended up being my dating profile. My friends set around a laptop pouring over ads and email messages...all the while I was not allowed to look at my profile. I was only allowed to sit back and let them sift through the masses. Here was my view of the evening:

As you can see, it was pretty entertaining from my point of view. But, all of this "action" got me interested on what was really on my profile. So the next day I did some detective work. I eventually found my profile....of course there were one or two things wrong on my profile...so I made a fake profile and emailed my ad to tell my friends what they had wrong on there and to show them that I found my profile.... not such a hot idea because now the password to my profile has been passed over to me.... "The Power is Yours" as Captian Planet or Tanya would say.

I'm scared to death of this prospect...but my friends are right. I have to put myself out there. Do I really expect Mr. Right to find me sitting at home in my pj's on a friday night. So, we'll see what happens...cross your fingers for me.